Coming out of retirement

Ah s hit, hello everyone. It has been ohhhhh too long. I estimate from the 5 people who were at one point tuning in to my blog, there is no one left - one was probably a stranger in the U.S. who had to foreclose on his house and doesn't even have a computer anymore.

Welcome back to my blog. It may be a little more shoot from the lip than the previous version because I am going to have to work hard to bring up my ratings in the blogging world. We all know sex and violence sells so how about some of that? Nah, i can't! I'm the proud uncle of two nieces and one new nephew. Welcome to the big wide world Sacha Phillipe (insert 4-5 middle names) Blouin. But I suppose I can drop some F bombs every now and then. I am in cyberspace and you can't touch dat!
Although I am sure the draconian CRTC is working on that.

To start us off and get you in the right mindset, please view or listen to this youtube clip of the band Boston with their hit Peace of Mind. THis song will get you going in the morning and getting me moving anytime before 10 is a testament to its rhythm.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaR2JeqxQDY

Some of my recent endeavours include getting dumped for no reason, trying my best at work, not caring at all about winter/hockey/the Ottawa Senators, wasting hours on Plenty of Fish with no results, helping in an elementary school, writing scathing letters into newspapers (w/ a low success rate), and eating like an absolute garbage can. To offset this nasty habit, I am doing push-ups and then going down to play squash...against myself. I win every f ucking time! In between squash intervals, I run laps around the small court.It is pathetic. That is called winter time exercise.

Here is my biggest project over the next few days: driving to some guy's twin garage off of Richmond Rd to pick up some wrestling movies. I have dealt with Gary R. before and found him to be most professional, so I don't think he will whack me.





To close, I will say that the return of this blog is based out of self-deprecating humour and just a general Stone Cold Steve Austin attitude towards most aspects of life. Now, can I get a hell yeah?